Brain Splatter

The moon hung low in the sky. The light shining down made the snow covering the ground glow. The cars were covered in blankets of white and the trees were covered in cotton. As I walked onto the new snow I could hear the crunch under my boots. When I stopped walking the world became silent. No animals stirred. No traffic could be heard. It was easy to imagine that the rest of the world was gone.

I looked up into the sky and saw the stars. What we have been told is the infinite expanse of the universe. But could it be a blanket, strewn up by God to hide the workings of his creation? Could it be the limits of what we can imagine and the more we grow the farther the reaches of space become. Is it just an illusion as time and space are nothing but ideas dreamed up to explain concepts that don't exist from any perspective but our own?

I pull my eyes from the sky. It's much easier to look down and marvel at the beauty then to look up and be swallowed by the infinite.

My breathe puffed out in front of me letting me see the cold. There was no wind, but the cold air was crisp in my nose and in my lungs. There was nothing quite like the first intake of cold air in the morning. You open the door and then inhale. It is invigorating and fresh and it just snaps.

I think I would miss that the most if I lived in a climate that had no winter. I wouldn't miss the snow. I wouldn't miss the ice. I would miss the first breathe in the morning.

I would also miss the smell. There is a smell in the air of snow on the wind. You can put you nose up like a dog and just smell that snow is coming. Then once the snow has fallen. Before man brings his machines to move the snow and throw chemicals into the air. You can smell the cleanness of a world resting, sleeping, waiting for spring.

It all seems to be a bit magical. Not just the glow but the way a view can change in a few hours. Yet no matter how many snows, how much ice, or how many times it happens it is never the same. Each time it is new and unique and magic.

And what's wrong with a little magic now and then? Laterzzz...